Molly and Armitage ate in silence, while Case sawed shakily
at his steak, reducing it to uneaten bite-sized fragments, which
he pushed around in the rich sauce, finally abandoning the
`Jesus,' Molly said, her own plate empty, `gimme that.
You know what this costs?' She took his plate. `They gotta
raise a whole animal for years and then they kill it. This isn't
vat stuff.' She forked a mouthful up and chewed.